The Path to Rebirth: A Character Competition RP (Open, and Recruiting)

[Demonjazz]

[small]Spiritual successor to Thomas Barnsley's Silikon [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.877340-SILIKON-RICECAKE-WINS-Finished] and JoJo's Otherworld Gladiators [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/540.884458-The-Otherworld-Gladiators-A-Character-Competition-RP-Closed-started?page=1#comment_form][/small]​

There is a world beyond ours. A world of strange spirits, and animals that decide the fates of mortals, many of them slave day, and night carefully looking over the deeds, and acts of your past before setting you back onto the ever-turning wheel of reincarnation. This land is ruled by 12 powerful spirits, spirits of unknown power, they are called The Zodiac. The gods had always planned large parties every year trying to up each other every time. Legendary were the parties Pig known for their great extravagance, and fine drink. One year Pig bringing up a keg of ale brewed in the heart of a dragon in the highest mount of that they knew of in their land, watched over by a dwarven god of brewing for two millennium, enchanted by ten gods of magic, and barreled through the emptiness of space before being slowly thawed out by a dry cleaning dragon... They say that the next two weeks went by in a drunken haze as spirits, and gods run amok the mortal realm building monuments to this mighty dwarven ale god, drastically changing the course of many histories. There was also the tales of Tiger, and Dragon's rivalry, they would always challenge each other during their respective years. One such year Tiger had challenged the other to a wrestling of arms... They were stuck locking arms with each other for three years as they stared with hatred in their eyes. Despite these many challenges there was never a clear winner to their struggle. The score staying roughly the same between the two, and when one had the advantage it did not last for longer until the other had got the upper hand. Yet another year has past by the spirits eagerly awaiting the announcement of the next theme. It seemed that the planner this year had been told by a fighter of rewound, a panda that excelled in the arts of drunken mastery told them of tournaments that were issued by gods... Tournaments testing not the skills of the spirit folk, but instead the mortals. Mortals did not often stay long in their land, and those who did enter were heroes that had entered to enlist help, or fight off some invasion... But it seemed this time that the gods should add a bit more of a variety this year. Mortal beings were often a wild, and emotional lot. There was no telling what they would do... Too many of the spirits thought these parties while enjoyable had become stale. They thirsted for something new.
Ask and ye shall receive.
[HEADING=2]The setting and your character[/HEADING]
You have died. Despite what your gods real or otherwise have told you, you have gone to The Zodiac's land of spirits. These gods have control over vast realms of existence. Time, and space is meaningless to them. All souls of their realms must go through them first until their place in the next life is decided. YOU have been chosen by one of the respective 12 animals of the Eastern Zodiac to champion them in the fight. This fight is to do the death... Technically. As you are already dead, the fight is instead to rebirth. At the moment you die in the arena, you are put back onto the spiritual wheel of reincarnation. The one who wins gets granted one wish, and returned back to their old life.
You, as a prospective player, would be making one of these contestants. They can be from any genre, from sci-fi to fantasy to modern crime. It's that simple, really. All I ask is that it's your own original character.

~​

[HEADING=2]Gameplay[/HEADING]

I'll make it clear now; the objective is not to fight each other using combat tactics (that would probably be mechanically laborious and difficult), but to make a character who people will like and want to vote for. That's mostly it!

So here's how we play:

[li]You enter one or more contestants.[/li]
[li]I, the GM, will pair up the contestants as I see fit, mostly randomly.[/li]
[li]All players and the GM vote through PM to decide who wins in each pair, choosing based upon how appealingly each one is portrayed. If the time limit is reached and a match up has an equal number of votes, a coin flip will determine the result.[/li]
[li]The results are sent out to the players involved in each match-up, who then have a designated time in which to write out their battle. If the two players cannot agree how the battle plays out, the GM should be consulted. Usually the winning player's wishes will take precedence, unless they want the losing player's character to do something deeply out of character.[/li]
[li]The latter two steps are repeated until only one remains.[/li]
[li]There may be some 'fluff' events in between these steps to provide time for characterization if people are keen. The most important part is to write out your 'fatalities' after each victory though. Fluffing in this manner may make people vote for your contestant more![/li]

Also worth noting: Because you are champions of the 12 Zodiac Animals there must be exactly 12 characters in this. You can make multiple characters if we are short one or two, but it is not necessary.

~​

[HEADING=2]Character sheet[/HEADING]

A very important part of this game, the character sheet. This is where you set yourself up for victory or defeat. Remember: you want to make a character who people will vote for! The next Ricecake or Katalxi, if you will.

Restrictions for what type of character you want to make are intentionally loose; they can be any genre. They don't even need to be sentient; you could just as easily make a Fulgore type killer robot that's sent in as a representative for some shady science company. Hell, you could spend half the sheet on this science company if you want.

Also, if you feel your character would be better expressed with a different type of introduction, by all means go ahead with it! I'm just putting this here to help start you off, feel free to use as much or as little of it as you please.

Name: Given name, nickname, code name, brand name, you choose.

Zodiac Animal: The animal of Chinese Zodiac that chose you as a champion. No two characters can have the same animal. Your character does not need to reflect your chosen Zodiac animal at all, Personality, or otherwise. If two users wish to take the same animal than try to talk among yourselves to decide who gets what. If you can not decide than I will come in, and decide for you.

Catchphrase: ie: GET OVER HERE! Although it is not necessary for your characters to actually say it often. This is more of a summation of your character into a phrase they might say.

Species: From human to fae to alien of your own design to robot of your alien's design to spirit to half-lobster-half-alien-cyborg-possessed-by-a-spirit.

Physical description: Age, gender, height, weight, prettiness. Feel free to include a picture if you like.

Time/Place of origin: No need to be exact, you could even just say the genre.

Special abilities: This could be signature moves, favoured weapons, favourite colour fireballs, etc.

How you have died: Think of this as the bio section, where you put the meat of your character's motives.

Theme: Choose some music you think would compliment your character, if you like.

So, that is the game. Think of it as something chill to get involved in alongside your other games; something to test the potency of your character building.
[HEADING=2]A short description of The Zodiac.[/HEADING]
Monkey was left out for spoilers later on.
Rat: Is basically Splinter. Seen with a clay chessboard.. Has shades of an absent minded professor.
Ox: Large, blunt, and often unimpressed. Is seen with a large, hefy pick-axe. Works out often, and carries a dumbbell with him.
Tiger: A Ronin in traditional Coolie hat! Has a verbal tick of Hai! Is seen with a katana with gold detailing on it. Has a deep-seated rivalry with Dragon for his self-satisfied attitude, and is very competitive. Sometimes suicidaly brave, and showy.
Rabbit: A geisha woman with a perfectly laid out table in front of her. The table has a golden tea cup on it. Offers tea before fights.
Dragon:A samurai in full armor. Is cool-headed and confident. Has a blue stone goblet which he is occasionally seen drinking out of.
Snake: A giggly, and somewhat narrow focused Jpop/Kpop singer/dancer. Often has flashes of intelligence, and paints wonderfully. Wears a predominately blue dress.
Horse: A centaur that carries a bow, and arrow. Is optimistic, and full of jokes most of the time. Often seen prancing around the contestants, and audience.
Goat: A monster type girl with horns. Definitely shyer than rabbit, and rather quiet. Drinks from a wooden bowl.
Rooster: A giant chicken wearing clothes. Chicken Boo style. A bit of a braggart, but very work oriented. Is often seen watching over the preparations, and everything. Is notably a very fiery red.
Dog: A martial artist that is worrying about the fairness of matches. Teaches some of the spirit folk with martial arts. Dresses like HONG KONG PHOOEY!(The number 1 super guy). Has a clay amulet around his neck.
Pig: A somewhat slovenly dressed, and looking boar. Enjoys a large amount of drink, with a large amount of food. Very good natured, and happy drunk though. Drinks from a large clay flagon.

[HEADING=2]Line up so Far:

Champion of the Monkey, Herbert Smith

Champion of the Rat, Psycho Psymon

Champion of the Dragon, The Beast

Champion, of the Horse, Simon Fisher

Champion of the Ox, Urlygg the Ulfsark

Champion of the Dog, Zu

Champion of the Rooster, Hercules

Champion of the Snake, Matt "Edge" Fletch

Champion of the Goat, Petra

Champion of the Rabbit, El Cabron

Champion of the Tiger, Sickle

Champion of the Pig, Jing-Sheng Harris[/HEADING]​

 

[Demonjazz]

Spoiler: A Tourist, and nothing more

Name:Herbert Smith
Zodiac Animal: Monkey
Catchphrase: Screams of Terror
Species: Human
Physical description:

Spoiler: Picture Courtesy of the gracious Armadox

Time/Place of Origin: Portland Oregon, Modern Day.
Special Abilities: ? Well... He can throw darts. Best dart thrower in all of...his town... Well Maybe his neighborhood. He... Uh... Well he can sort mail... And uh... He has the power of incidental comedy... Most honestly wonder how Herbert got this far in life.
How you have died: Herbert Smith was born, went to school, and was over all known as the most boring person most people met. With a much put-upon job as a mail clerk, and hobbies such as stamp collecting, amateur photography, and showing up to parties uninvited where everybody only slightly knew him, to make boring small talk, and show photo albums from various trips he went on. He was pretty much what everybody thought was a boring person. He somehow made enough money to go on several tourist trips. Possibly he saved a lot of money from supposedly living on a diet of white bread sandwiches, saltine crackers, and party snacks. One such Tourist trip he made was one that he was looking forward to for many years... An African Safari! He was super excited to go there, and take all sorts of pictures to show his 'friends' and to annoy other tourists by wanting to know more about the history of the Spruce Wood beetle, or some such. He wasn't not however excited about the heat. Having worked in a nice air-conditioned building all his life. He quickly glugged all of his canteen down on the trip, and as the group got out of the jeep he decided to make a slight detour to a group of bushes to 'do some business' in. However it seemed that another creature had the same plan... And that creature was a lion... A very hungry lion. And the rest is now history as they say.
Theme:

Abstain from vote.

 

[Armadox]

Spoiler: Psycho Psymon

Name: Psymon Montello, a.k.a. Psycho Psymon
Zodiac Animal: Rat
Catchphrase: "Veni, Vidi, Bibi tuum cervisia!"
Species: Genetically Modified Vat-Baby. (Cosmetically Gene-spliced, modified human)
Physical description: 120 years old. Vat-babies tend to come from old money, and have their cells scrubbed regularly to help aid in the prolongation of life. Psycho Psymon also has the luxury of embalming himself in every vice, drug, and hooker here to Alpha Centari. This has lead to some genetic quirks, some splicing, and a bit of toxic dna syndrome, but none of that matters when you're dead. Now he's as fit as a fiddle, except for the missing arm. ( It's been missing so long he doesn't really recognize it as his arm anymore.)
Good thing his prosthetic came to the show with him. It's a graphene shell, built upon a nano-carbon skeleton. plastisteel fittings hold it together. It's attached at the shoulder using a neuro-jack network, and is embedded into his nervous system.

Spoiler

Time/Place of origin: 2248. Released from incubation in the year of the Rat 2128, Psymon Montello was raised by Lord Montello the IV, the silicone baron. He was taught by the best and the brightest as he mastered business and economics. While working on his masters he met Roxxy Star, his soon to be drummer and "best lay in the galaxy".
Abandoning his schooling days before graduation at the top of his class, he took the name Psymon (on account of his love for Psychomonophetamine), and entered the band "Vulgar Martyr". He burned out quickly, embezzling money into his band through connections to his father's business, and eventually picked up lead guitarist Hastor Grinder (formerly of "Astral Master"), and keyboardist Black Slime (formerly keytarist from "Acts of Chaos"). They formed the band Cryptic Sanity and began touring.
Legend of the Ultraviolent Nex/Grunge scene, Psymon Montello continued to tour with Cryptic Sanity on the Nuclear Blood circuit. Having survived ten tours on Nuclear Blood, they made it to number one after killing the lead guitarist from "Weeping Castle" on stage at Jupiter's Iron Angel Stadium during the Steel Attack event (Their lead-in band "In the God" quit that event on account of not having the stomach to watch the sickest guitar rift of all time. Oh, and the murders).
Psymon lost his arm during a gig at Olympus Mons. Psymon finished playing "Masochistic Mythistory" and stage dived off the volcano. Forgetting to change hands, he landed with the guitar in his right hand ripping the arm off his body. Angry about this, he tossed the arm into the volcano, and got a slopshop doc called in for a prosthetic brought in early enough to finish their final song of the night "Semensludge within this World"
Cryptic Sanity became a household name for every Eraserhead, Squealer and Nex-ganger in the know. Cryptic Sanity finally managed to play Bloodypalooza, the biggest event in the year. They went on stage with "Eternal Midwinter", "Scent of the Crown", "Master of Caskets", "Awakened Desolation", "Dire Funeral", "Bewitched Primordial", "Satanic Lobotomy", and "Deeds of Lacerations". Ten days of constant playing to a sold out planet. Four bands was consumed by the crowd.
Special abilities: Psycho Psymon wields his Hemi 2000, Shotgun Slap Bass. This 2 ton modded bass guitar comes with a steel head scratch plate. Inside is a snub-nosed shotgun that takes 120mm HE Shells, and has a kick-step hammer. The guitar can be lifted due to Psymon's Grav-VT Disruption Glove, which creates an anti-gravity pulse field that allows him to hold his Hemi 2000. On impact when slammed into the ground or an unruly headbanger the gun goes off, creating an explosion. Psycho Psymon's fighting style seems to be hammer-on and hold tight. He can use the explosion to rocket jump, and has been known to go into a frenzy trying to hit the greatest, tastiest highs.
How you have died: Choked on a Cheetos puff.
Theme: Fuggin' Aces, this!

 

[megadraco]

Spoiler: The Beast

Name: "The Beast"

Zodiac Animal: Dragon

Catchphrase: Maniacal laughter

Species: Fae-Touched human

Physical description: "The Beast" is an eleven-years-old boy, quite short for his age. His brown hair is consistently messy and dirty, with twigs sticking out. His unblinking eyes glow with a green light, and his mouth is fixed in a rictus of madness. He wears a muddy green T-shirt, ripped in many spots, and trousers torn at the knees.

Time/Place of origin: Nexus Earth, known as such because of the huge amount of supernatural forces that seem to converge there.

Special abilities: "The Beast" can take the strengths and abilities from the creatures around them, amplifying them and mixing-and-matching them as he pleases. This ranges from simply improving reflexes to full-blown shape-shifting. He is also frighteningly good with animals, though this almost certainly doesn't apply to the sentient animals of the Zodiac, since they are, you know, sentient.

How you have died: There was a city in great peril, for a dark force threatened it. It began as something weak, which drew no attention from anyone, but it quickly began to grow more and more powerful, until it's influence was felt all across the city, and the people cowered in fear. It was then that a group of warriors, all Touched by supernatural forces, decided to put apart their differences and embark on a quest to reclaim the city. After much grief and loss, they finally managed to slay the dark force.
This dark force was "The Beast".

Theme:

Moving out

 

[Sithmorack]

Spaghetti is moving out I suppose.

Spoiler: Simon Fisher

Spoiler: Images

Spoiler: Theme

Name: Simon Fisher

Title: The Survivor, The Beholder, Madman

Zodiac Animal: Horse

Catchphrase: "I never wanted this, for anyone, I'm sorry."

Age: 29.

Species: Human

Origin: Inspiration taken from multiple games and HP Lovecraft stories.

Spoiler: clothing

Clothing: Simon wears standard clothing for most humans. He wears a plain grey hoodie trying to cover his eyes and this is accompanied by either sweat pants or jeans. He sometimes wears gloves if the occasion calls for it and will wear just about any armor if he needs to. He wears a small grey backpack and he wears bandages across his eyes just in case his hoodie doesn't cut it.

Spoiler: appearance

Appearance: A standard human at 5 feet and 11 inches. He's more on the slim side not being very muscular. Black messy hair accompanies a pale complexion. He looks like he spent most of his years in his mom's basement. Multiple cuts run across his arm indicating self-harm. His eyes used to be a pale blue but now are a dark grey with his veins looking pitch black.

Spoiler: weapons

Weapons: He doesn't happen to carry too many weapons on him at any given time. He came into the tournament carrying a fire-axe, a standard pump action shotgun, a 9mm Glock, a six inch knife, ammo, and a few miscellaneous tools. One if his most important tools however is the syringe. He only brought four of them but whatever was inside was able to heal him and always seemed to hit on point no matter how careless he was with the injection.

Spoiler: powers/abilities

Powers/abilities: Has experienced traumas and seen things no regular human should. This has given him an incredibly high resistance to succumbing to any horrors he faces and also has shielded his mind from invasion to a degree.

While usually not supernatural himself, he does have an uncanny ability to sense the supernatural. He's able to tell when something truly horrific is before him and knows to get the hell away from anything like that.

When angered or his life is in danger, he will be overcome by his mental instability or what he likes to call the "Otherside," taking on a more sinister attitude. Human life will mean nothing to him as long as he survives. This new personality will give him some telekinetic and telepathic abilities.

Spoiler: Reason for Competing

Reason for Competing: Simon wasn't a complete social outcast. He had a few friends and was currently attending a college in the U.S. However, that changed when his family was killed in a bombing at a public protest. His family had attended the protest and were killed while he was left crippled. Both his left arm and his right leg were useless to him. He fell into a depression which eventually lead to him trapping himself in his own hellish mind. He spent the next few months battling his own inner emotions and depression.

He awoke only to find himself in a new hellish nightmare, his arm and leg somehow restored. He had no clue where he was but there seemed to be only death in sight. At first he was completely unsure if he was even free from his self-imprisonment. He didn't really want to admit he was unstable still. However this proved false when he met people who began to explain where he was and that he shouldn't be there. He was trapped in a world full of monsters and abominations that would drive most men insane.

Upon succumbing to the horrors of that reality, Simon awoke to a tournament of sorts. He had to fight again all the while hoping he could forget his past.

Text Color: "77C7C6"

 

[Wary Wolf]

Spoiler: PIMP VIKING!

Name: Ulrygg the Ulfsark.

Zodiac Animal: The Ox

Catch Phrase: By the great boobies of Freya!

Battle-Cry: MEEEEAAAAD!

Species: Human, wearing wolf pelts

Physical description: Age: 35, Male, 6ft.2, heavyset, ugly, grizzled bastard.

Time/Place of origin: Viking.

Wolf-fur armor:
At the age of five, Ulrygg killed seven wolves with his bare hands. He took the pelts from these wolves and clothed himself in their hide. And thus he became an Ulfsark. One concern lies that these pelts haven't been changed (or washed very much) in 30 years...

GRAVESTONE:
In life and death, Ulrygg wields a great-cleaver named Grave-stone. This black blade crafted by dwarves and dipped in the blood of a dragon, cackles with purple energy. It is said that any who are cut by this blade are turned to stone.

Viking Helmet:
It's a Viking Helmet! It protects the skull. It's powers are looking hella bad-ass and signify Ulrygg's connection with the Ox. Moo bitches!

Special powers:
Can drink all night and fight all day. Has drunk so much mead that his farts attract bees.

How you have died:
One day, Ulrygg had a prophetic dream of the most plentiful fishing in the world. It told him that it lay to the west. He took his Long ship and sailed west. He shortly found a marvelous fishing spot. However, he figured that perhaps further west he would find an even better fishing spot and stubbornly continued on. He eventually sailed so far west he fell off the edge of the world.

Theme: Not their best work, but kind of fun. And weird...

Moving Out

 

[Godzillarich(aka tf2godz)]

Spoiler: a monster

Name: Zu
Zodiac Animal: dog
Catchphrase: you?re dealing with a monster
Species: a male dogfolk
Physical:

Spoiler

description:a hot tempered stubborn man but at the same time doesn?t think highly of himself, at one point he would listen to anyone?s commands but now...
Time/Place of origin: Zhanghou, a mystical land with a very pan-Asian feel to it. Think the tabletop RPG Jadeclaw, or (by virtue of being more well-known), the Kung Fu Panda movies.( the same place Meishou Quickpaw came from)
Special abilities: he carries a big fucking club and can bench press a truck.
How you have died: once one of the bravest warriors in Zhanghou He obeyed all of their orders, especially the Emperor Lu Ten and defended against rebel forces and slowly conquered most of the planet. the only place that was left was Sylvann, Zu went into the war expecting glory but instead saw horror. the war was brutal and cruel, they only took women as prisoners until the rest and the day with a lucky ones. they slung soldiers at their forces and killed their own men when they were retreating even though it seemed obvious they were not taking the land. they finally left but not without burned everything they could leaving the people in shambles. So many friends and civilians died during the war. The horrible things they were forced to do. When he got back from the war Zu was driven mad and attempted to kill the Emperor, sadly for him he didn?t get far. He now wants to return to his World and stop his mad Emperor.
Theme:

moving out

 

[JoJo]

Spoiler: Hercules, the Bug from Outer Space

Name: Hercules

Zodiac Animal: Rooster

Catchphrase: "I will enjoy dining on your flesh!"

Species: Xenos

Physical description: Hercules is an arthropod-like creature, over six feet long from head to tail and possessing ten limbs. The front four of these are adapted as claws for gripping, while the back six are given over to locomotion. His entire body is encased in a hard segmented exoskeleton, which is usually a dark blue and black colour. Some segments however may glow red as a warning, or as a display for mating rituals.

His eyes are mounted on stalks and can be moved independently of each other to attain three hundred and sixty degree vision. Flanking either side of his mouth is a pair of razor sharp mandibles which can slice effortlessly through soft flesh.

Time/Place of origin: The binary planet system of Theia and Hyperion, the present day. The oxygen-rich twin planets orbit closely to a small red dwarf star, not that many light years away from our own Earth...

Special abilities: Hercules primarily fights in the traditional manner of his people, using his four crab-like claws and his mouth to bite his opponent. While he has a fair knowledge of firearms, the ones used by the xenos are shaped very differently to human weapons so as to fit their pinching claws.

The xenos possess six colour receptors in their eyes, allowing them an unparalleled vision among sapient species. As well as perceiving blue, green and red light, Hercules can also see ultraviolet light as well as two shades of infrared. The latter allows him pinpoint prey nearby who are warmer than their surroundings, even if they are out of a direct line of sight.

The xenos breathe in a similar manner to terrestrial insects, through a series of tubes that run throughout their body. Because of this they do not possess lungs or vocal cords, the only noise a xenos can produce is a warning sound made by rubbing their hind legs against each other. Most communication therefore is conducted through a complex form of sign language involving all ten limbs.

How you have died: King of a thousand colonies. Overlord of two worlds. Hammer of his enemies. These were but a few of the many titles accorded to Hercules in his brief but glorious reign as the most accomplished warlord in xenos history. Not that it counted for much when he was quite literally stabbed in the back by his supposedly loyal deputy Brutus, as he made his way out of the feasting hall of his palace. As he lay dying in a pool of his own copper-blue blood, he at-least comforted himself with the thought that he was about to join his ancestors feasting in the Great Red Sun. Imagine his surprise then when he expired and found himself not in those hallowed halls, but instead confronted by a hideous alien creature calling himself "Rooster'.

"Who are you?!" Hercules hissed as he drew back from the feathered thing, "What are you?!"

"I am Rooster," the creature repeated calmly, offering a wing forward. "I come from another planet, many light years away from here, with an offer to make,"

Somehow, although Rooster lacked the ten limbs necessary to fully perform xenos sign language, Hercules was nevertheless able to understand his speech. Rooster tilted his head, seemingly able to read the xenos' thoughts.

"I have cast an enchantment, so we can both understand each other," Rooster added, "Where we're going, no-one will speak your sign language,"

"I haven't agreed, yet," Hercules said, clicking his mandibles angrily. Rooster nodded.

"The deal is this," he replied, "Me and the other eleven gods of the Zodiac are holding a competition. Each of us picks a recently deceased spirit..."

"Wait, I really am dead?" Hercules interrupted Rooster. He nodded apologetically.

"I'm sorry, it appears you were betrayed by your Deputy,"

"That conniving traitor!" Hercules snarled, "Never had the guts to challenge me to xenos-on-xenos fight, instead waiting until my back is turned," he turned to leave, "I'll rip his claws from his living body!"

"You can't," Rooster said shortly as the xenos struggled futilely to escape, "You're a ghost now, even if you could find him you would slip straight through him," he paused, "There is another way,"

"What?" Hercules demanded as he turned back to face the spirit.

"Come and fight in the contest for me. The worst that can happen is that you will lose and be put back onto the wheel of reincarnation,"

"And if I win?"

"You will be returned to your old life," Rooster grinned, "With a wish of your choice to help you along the way,"

"Sounds perfect," Hercules chuckled, rubbing his claws together, "My deputy won't be able to imagine the torment he is in for,"

"Hm," Rooster put a wing to his beak, "We need a name for you, something flashy, something that people will remember,"

"#@*$?&," Hercules replied, his name seemingly garbled even as he said it. The Rooster shook his head.

"That won't do, your name doesn't even translate into spoken words," he thought for a moment, "How about Hercules? The name of a legendary hero from my world, it'll fit a born fighter like you nicely,"

"Yes, Hercules," he muttered to himself as he followed Rooster into the darkness, "I like the sound of that..."



Theme:

Spoiler: Theme

(Backs moving out)

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Spoiler: Ridin' on the Edge

Name: Matt "Edge" Fletch
Zodiac Animal: Snake
Catchphrase: "C'mon, have a go, if you think you're hard enough!"
Species: Human
Physical description: Edge is a fairly scrawny young man with hazel eyes, dirty blond hair, and a number of tattoos up his arms and back. He usually wears a denim jacket with his gangs's logo (a razor with angel wings) over a red t-shirt, slightly tattered jeans and black leather boots, along with black fingerless gloves, and a red bandanna with fangs painted on it around his neck. When driving, her wears a black helmet with goggles on top.
Time/Place of origin: A post-apocalyptic future about 50 years after "The Last War"
Special abilities: Mechanic skills, is good with with a gun and a knife, as well as fist fights, is an excellent driver.
How you have died: As long as he could remember, Matt Fletch was always struggling for survival, but then, you had to when you lived in the Badlands. Almost 50 years ago, the so-called "Last War" pretty much reduced the world to vast dsets and wastelands, and no one remembers what caused it. The survivors now live in hastily-rebuilt cities, underground bunkers, or small settlements. Matt was born in what used to known as Pittsburgh, now called Pitt Cty, because of how much of a wreck it was. As soon as he was old enough, he joined one of the local gangs, the Razor Blades, earning his nickname by being just slightly on the edge of sanity. Edge had a tendency to go all out on everything he did, whether it was driving, fighting, partying. Sadly, this habit cost him his life when an all-out brawl with a rival gang lead to hs death.
Theme: "Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)" by My Chemical Romance

Movin' on out!

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Spoiler: Petra

Name: Petra

Zodiac: Goat

Catchphrase: "Merlin says... *whatever it was that Merlin said*"

Species: Allosaurus

Appearance: an immature allosaurus skeleton, about the size of a wolf, which has been fossilised with a nautilus shell in such a way that they've become fused at the skull.
Think one of these:

With one of these on kind of lodged into one of the eye sockets:

I imagine far less shiny though, more white bone and rock.

Life and Death:
Once a regular hatchling from prehistoric earth, who just happened to fall into a metaphysical peat bog one day and never climb out. The strange tomb held Petra's spirit encased along with her dying body, and did not allow it to move on to a new life when the time of her suffocated death inevitably came. Over the years her bones hardened into a fossil, fusing with an old, similarly enchanted nautilus named Merlin in the process. Their slumbering spirits merged, and from the fossil she learned that there was a place for creatures long dead...
Genesis!
But Petra was already dead, so neither her nor Merlin would ever make it there. Or so they thought, until a greater being noticed them stir in their graves - the Goat. In her benevolence she decided to give them the chance of a unnatural lifetime; fight for their Genesis rebirth in the Zodiac arena!

Special Abilities:
Having been incarcerated in a metaphysical peat bog for so long, Petra has gained some odd abilities. First and foremost is her ability to spew flaming bog gas at her foes. In addition to this there is the mere fact that she's a skeleton, enabling the removal and reattachment of any body part without causing lasting damage. How do you kill her then, I hear you ask?
Only by removing Merlin the nautilus from her skull can Petra be completely destroyed, as that would dissipate the strong spiritual bond that sustains them.

Themes:

Pissed off theme​

Nice/Sad theme​

Moving

 

[FleemSwipes]

....................../'?/)
....................,/?../
.................../..../
............./??/'...'/???`??
........../'/.../..../......./??\
........('(...?...?..... ?~/'..')
..........|................'...../
.........."...|.......... _.??
............|..............(
..............|.............|...

 

[Godzillarich(aka tf2godz)]

Spoiler: I'm coming

Name: sickle

Zodiac Animal: Tiger

Catchphrase: I Love me some dead Bitches

Species: humanoid spiritual zombie

Physical description:

Spoiler

Time/Place of origin: modern times at a camping site

Special abilities: sickle has the special ability of regrowing limbs like Alucard from Hellsing (although not nearly as powerful or as quickly). his preferred weapon of choice is a sickle which he loves to chop people up. He?s also has extremely agile, and is able to jump around like a grasshopper up to 20 feet in the air. He also stores the souls of everyone he?s murdered on his chest ( covered by his coat of course) when he removes jacket everyone can hear the screams of agony. He doesn?t have to do this he just gets off on it.

How you have died: I love killing. I?ve been killed since the 80s there screams really turned me on. in the 50s I was a humble man you know lynching black people and raping those women like any ordinary chap. But nooooo the police chief had to go in murder me in cold blood after I took care of half his squad. What a jerk that man was I made them pay later but anyway. I was buried in an unmarked grave but I was able to revive myself 30 years by the power of my own hatred. And I went on to killing again until I was killed again. Rinse and repeat until modern day were some dip shit priest put a spell on me so I could revive myself. But I have five hundred souls screaming in agony now and I can?t let be at peace, that would just ruin the fun. luckily thanks to this tiger I may have found my perfect back.

Theme:

moving out

 

[gritch]

Spoiler: Jing-sheng Harris

Name: Jing-sheng "Clean Man" Harris

Zodiac Animal: Pig

Catchphrase: "Looks like we got a mess to clean up here."

Species: Human

Physical description: 45. Average build. Mixed Chinese-English descent. Balding black hair. Brown eyes.
Typically wears an old scruffy suit. A noticeable stench wafts from him. He looks like he hasn't bathed or changed his suit in a week - and he hasn't.

Time/Place of origin: Hong-Kong, 1942

Special abilities: Years of detective work has left Harris with a knack for telling when someone's lying. He'd rather talk his way out of a fight but is more than capable enough to handle his own. He carries a .45 caliber revolver at all times, affectionately called Duster. For larger conflicts (a really big mess) he favors a sawed-off shotgun, called the Sweeper.

How you have died:

Spoiler: I have always been a fan of the show dont tell mentality of characterization

It was a hot summer day. Harris sat in his run-down car overlooking the safe house just down the street. The bastard had to leave that damn place sooner or later. He'd been track this Yu Tseng for about 2 weeks now. A courier for the Triads, Yu had gotten himself into learned a bit more than he should have during his last run-in with the Russians.

This could be big. Yu didn't run back to the Triad like a good little lapdog. Meant that information had to be good. Now all Harris had to do was wait for the bastard to crawl out from under his rock. As long as Harris could get that info from Yu before the Russians he'd have himself a good amount of leverage.

Lighting a fresh cigarette, he inhaled deeply. With a large sigh he let out a stream of smoke that filled the interior of his car momentarily. It was going to be a long day.

As the smoke quickly cleared, Harris had but a split second to notice a shadowy figure emerging from the alley behind him before his car became riddled in machine gun fire. Harris immediately sent his car lunging forward but not before one of the many bullets found its way into his shoulder.

Is it the Russians? The Triad? Fuck. Just have to get out of here quick.

As he sped forward, a black sedan pulled out in front of him. Too late to avoid it. Harris made a sharp turn, clipping the sedan and sending his own car head first into the nearby wall.

Ringing. His head was ringing. The force of the impact had scattered his windshield. He hardly even felt the tiny shards of glass that had embedded themselves in his face. No time to wait here. Harris scrambled out the side of his car while drawing Duster from his side holster.

Gotta move. No time to stay still.

A figure emerged from the sedan. Harris took aim with Duster and fired a round off.

Did it hit? Head's still ringing. Can't see. Blood? Is that blood covering my eyes? When did I start bleeding? Can't think. Just get away and cover some distance.

Harris began running toward the alleyway opposite to his car. Not fast enough. A bullet found its way into his thigh from behind. Down Harris went dropping Duster as he fell.

Slowly two figured approached Harris.

Who are they? Too much blood. Can't see. Head still ringing.

Two shadowy men loomed over Harris, too out of focus to discern their figures. The barrel of the gun pointed toward Harris was easy enough to recognize - gleaming in the hot midday sun. A white smirk flashed across one of the dark figure's face.

Looks like you missed a spot, Mr. Clean Man.

Theme: